Thursday, October 30, 2008

I Voted!

I may be old, but I vote young.

A brand-new NBC/WSJ/MySpace poll illustrates not only McCain’s challenge come Election Day, but also the challenge the Republican Party could face in future elections. In the poll, Obama enjoys a more than 2-to-1 advantage over McCain among first-time (read: 18-21 year olds) and lapsed voters, 69%-27%. These voters have a much more positive view of Obama (64%-27% fav/unfav rating) than average voters do
(56%-33% fav/unfav in last week’s NBC/WSJ survey). What’s more, they have a much more negative view of McCain (29%-59%) and Palin (23%-54%) than average voters do.

A very ominous sign for the Republican Party is how Democratic-leaning these new and lapsed voters are. Not only do they back Obama by a 69%-27 margin, they also prefer a Democratic-controlled Congress by a 2-to-1 margin, 66%-31%. And their views of President Bush? His fav/unfav among these voters is 14%-73%. Ouch. While Karl Rove had ambitious hopes of turning Bush's presidency into a permanent majority for the GOP, this poll suggests that Bush's lasting legacy could actually be turning off a new generation of voters. After all, consider what young voters who came of voting age during the past seven years might associate the GOP with -- the Iraq war, Hurricane Katrina, the current economy, various political scandals (Jack Abramoff, Ted Stevens, etc.), and Bush.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008


I may be AWL for a little while. I am now officially addicted to Facebook and it has become my ultimate obsession.

Who knew it was so easy to make friends? Especially old college friends. This is how I find out my fraternity big bro is actually gay? Not that there's anything wrong with that.

No wonder he never hit on me. 'Course, there could have been MANY reasons for that.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Personality DNA

Thanks to Bizzy for the idea, who is a Advocating Creator. You can take the test here.

You are an Analyst

Your attention to detail, confidence, sense of order, and focus on functionality combine to make you an ANALYST.

You are very curious about how things work, delving into the mechanics behind things.

Along those lines, how well something works is usually more important to you than what it looks like.

You find beauty and wonder mainly in concrete, functional, earthly things.

You are very aware of your own abilities, and you believe that you will find the best way of doing things.

Accordingly, problems do not intimidate you, as you believe in yourself.

You trust yourself to find solutions within the boundaries of your knowledge.

You don't spend a lot of time imagining how things could be different—you're well-grounded in the here-and-now.

It is important for you to follow a routine, and you prefer the familiar to the unknown.

You prefer to have time to plan for things, feeling better with a schedule than with keeping plans up in the air until the last minute.

You are Animated

You are outgoing, comfortable with others, and up for anything, which makes you ANIMATED.

Some people find crowds and parties exhausting, but not you! You are able to be yourself in many situations.

Sometimes it is hard for you to understand why others feel the way they do, but that doesn't stop you from trusting them or having faith that they are good people.

You know the world is complicated and that there is often more than one side to a story, so you are careful not to make judgments about others too hastily.

You would rather experience the world than sit back and observe it—you are not one to sit on the sidelines.

You are an independent thinker and don't get too worried about how others might perceive you—you are not self-conscious about being the active, engaged person that you are.

Although you have a keen understanding of different people's life circumstances, you occasionally have trouble seeing why people get so upset and emotional about things—they should just lighten up and have fun!

In addition to having faith in the world, you have faith in the people around you—you trust others to do the right thing and to be honest.


I've never thought of myself as an analyst and, if I had taken this test 15 years ago, I'm sure it wouldn't have had the same results.

I only wish I were as confident about my abilities as a mother as I am at my job and my other decisions. Hardest job I've ever had.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Free (at least for now)

C1 now has his cell phone returned. He already spent the night with a friend. He asked a girl to "go out with him" -- where will they go? No license.

Suffice it to say, he is no longer grounded. And, if you are a parent, you know that actually means... FREEDOM FOR ALL!

Let's face it. When you ground a teenager, even a young one who cannot drive, etc., you are basically grounding yourself. You are present for the moans of boredom, the exaggerated sighs, and just that large person who is now a permanent presence on your couch.

To his credit, he did not complain (much). He knew he did this to himself.

His progress report was not what you would call glowing, but compared to his grades on the first report card, it actually was. His teachers tell Cowboy that he is giving forth much more of an effort and, his behavior is class is very good. Let me say, Cowboy went (and dragged C1 along) to the parent/teacher conferences all by his little ole' self. He gave each teacher his business card and told them if they had any problem with said C1, they were to call him immediately. C1 was appropriately mortified. Mission accomplished.

I'm proud of them. C1 for bringing up his grades (he still has to finish the 6-weeks on a good note) and Cowboy for following up on his punishment, making the total effort to go to see all his teachers, and basically being a good Dad.

I have a slight tendency to be a tad critical (Ok, I can be a bitch). Since Cowboy reads this on the sly, this is my opportunity to tell the blog world, and especially him, I'm proud of you. You're a great dad.

I love you.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Let's Go Crazy!

Scene: The office. Co-workers standing around a birthday cake. A friend says, "We are gathered here today..." to which I replied " get through this thing called life."

We then broke into a rendition of "Let's Go Crazy." (at least the beginning...)

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
2 get through this thing called life
Electric word life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here 2 tell u
There's something else
The afterworld
A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night
So when u call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
U know the one - Dr Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
'Cuz in this life
Things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life
You're on your own

(A little too close for comfort, I say)


Not a bad segue way to a report on the meeting with Head Teacher.


It really wasn't that bad. Really.

I had diarrhea that morning from worrying.

First, she asked me to have Curt walk in the classroom as opposed to me carrying him. (In the afternoon, he walks. In the morning, I am in a hurry. Guilty as charged.) She wants the other kids to see him on their level. They have a tendency to coddle him and treat him like he's younger than he is because of his speech delay. I agreed to that.

Mainly, we discussed the biting. They don't bite him back (see above). I told her I thought the quickest way to get him to stop would be when he is bit a few times. I said, "Obviously, I know you can't encourage this, but if he's on the other side of the room, bites someone, they start to bite him back and you can't get there in time? So be it."

Don't get me wrong. I don't want my child to be bitten! However, I think he will think twice if he believes someone may bite him back. He can be the most loving child in the world. I just want others to see it, too.

I am looking for tried and true (unorthodox?) methods you've tried to get your child from biting. Someone said Tabasco on the tongue. Ouch! Please share your wisdom!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Here we go again...

When I arrived to pick Curt up from pre-school, I had a note the head teacher wanted to talk with me. Obviously, this can't be good.

I will go to meet with her at 8:30 when she comes to his class. Longtime readers may remember she is not there when I drop Curt off or pick him up. If you're new here, you will need to read this post and the few following to learn of the weirdness of the first meeting they called that never happened.

Sigh. This sucks. I'm sure it's the biting.

Why can't I do this Mom stuff very well?

Sunday, October 12, 2008


R: Well, it goes back to that night you broke my toilet seat.

D: Dude, I did NOT break your toilet seat. It's five dollars. If I broke it, I would pay you for it.

D's wife: How the hell do you know who broke it? You were out stealing beer from other campers' coolers at the time!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

The West Tennessee Funk -- with photos!

I went to the walk-in clinic Monday before my trip to southwest Tennessee to speak to a Rotary Club.

And may I say I HATE that? I hate public speaking. I have improved over the years, but I still hate it with a passion.
I digress, as I have a tendency to do.

The diagnosis was what I already knew. Another sinus infection. My third in four months. Apparently, I am not alone. The NP I see deemed it "The West Tennessee Funk." It seems for those of us who have allergy problems, those will irritate the sinuses. When germs come a-calling, they don't leave. They multiply! I haven't missed work, but I'm sure my co-workers would like to hear less hacking. I know, don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Since my first sinus infection in July, I seem to have lost 7 pounds. The stress diet.

There's the bad. I'm posting these photos of Curt from last weekend. They make me feel better.

The petting zoo.
Curt, LT, and a camel. (Thanks to LT for watching him while I was in a meeting!)

As you may remember from his birthday party, he loves this shit.

See those circles under his eyes? Allergies, too. Zyrtec every day. Poor baby.


Last year, he would have NEVER let anyone paint his face. This year, he asked for it and stayed perfectly still, enjoying it. That's my boy.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

That's right, I have a Blog

Tidbits of note:

C1 was injured in his game Thursday night. Concussion. We were afraid his collarbone was broken, so he and Cowboy were in the ER until 1:00 am getting that checked. Fortunately, it was only bruised. However, through xrays, they determined C1 has an air bubble near his lung that could collapse it. Or, maybe not. Ok, I feel better.

Did I mention I hate football? I would bring it up, but it would do no good.

Today was my university's Homecoming. Fun for all. Curt had a blast between jumping houses, the petting zoo, face painting and balloons. He also had no accidents. Yeah! He fell asleep before 8:00 pm. Naps, I've decided ARE of the devil.

Cowboy and I have come to a better place. I don't know really why. (It certainly isn't due to the fact that we have more time or opportunities for sex.)

I am adjusting to a teenager. Lazy, moody, blah, blah, blah.

Work is kicking my butt. This task force is taking alot of time. I wish I could say it was all productive, but I cannot. Hopefully, it slow down soon.

I hope you are well. Don't give up on me. I feel creativity will surely flow through my veins at sometime in the near future.